Courtney rubbed at her eyes, trying to take Duncan out of her head, and gave Matthew a glance. "Wanna come in for a bit? My parent's wont be home for a while."

Matt nodded, giving the brunette a comforting smile.

Once the front door was unlocked, and the duo stepped inside, Courtney made her way to the kitchen. "I'll make us some hot chocolate. Actually, screw that, I want some coffee."

Matt chuckled lightly, leaning against the wall at the mouth of the small kitchen, watching the former CIT buzz around the room.

She'd been looking up in the cupboard for her favourite brand of coffee beans, so she hadn't seen Matthew lean over and grab the coffee pot, or been ready for when he swung it; slamming it into the back of her head, causing the glass to shatter, and black spots to fill the girl's vision. All she could see was the floor rushing up to her face before she was out cold.

"Sorry, Beautiful, but I have a score to settle with your boyfriend, and I need you to be quiet for a little while."

Matt lifted her limp body up in his arms and set her down on the dining room table for a minute, and smiled. "Duncan had only been taking a shot in the dark before, you know, Court? He never looked through my file. Truth was, I had no file. I was a mystery to everyone. I used to live in Manhattan, had a nice criminal record there. But I have ways of making things like that disappear. Good thing, too, wouldn't want everyone knowing that I really had raped and murdered quite a few girls back in my hometown. Impressive, huh? Only sixteen, and managed to get rid of fifteen girls. Lucky you, you're number sixteen. It's... unfortunate, that Duncan took away all your value though." He smiled to himself and flipped open his cell to check the time.

"Still, today's going to be so much fun."

"Ma, you always said I should follow my instinct, right?" Duncan asked, once he finished towel drying his hair, and began re-styling it.

"Of course. Your instincts never lie." His Mother, Emily, raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

He shrugged slowly. "I just have kind of a bad feeling."

"...Like you did the day your cousin Erik got in that car accident?"

Duncan nodded.

"Alright, I want to know everything that happened at that party last night. Don't leave out a detail." She ordered, taking a spot on the couch.

"Uh..." The Delinquent trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. His Mom would undoubtedly be pissed off that he slept with Courtney, and hadn't even brought her over to meet them, but they weren't really dating, or even really friends at the moment, so she probably wouldn't of wanted to meet them anyway. He made sure to tell his Mother that.

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"You used protection though, right?" Emily asked quietly once he finished re-telling what happened the night before, and Duncan nodded with a small grin.

"Geoff always has a pack handy for his parties."

The woman sighed and tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and looked up at her son. "And your bad feeling has something to do with Courtney, right?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, do you think I should call your Father? Get some of the police force-"

"No. It'll be okay. If anything happens, I'll call." The boy held up his cell phone, which suddenly buzzed in his hand, signalling he had a text.

Teal eyes skimming over the content, he felt a massive amount of rage bubble up inside him.

"I'll see you later." He rushed out of the living room, jumping down the stairs three at a time, shoving his cell into his pocket. "I'm using the car!"

Before his Mom even had time to answer, he was out the door.

Wanna play knight in shining armor? Well come rescue the Princess.

-Matt

When Courtney first came to, her eyes still felt heavy, and her head pounded. She was leaning at such an odd angle, it took her a moment to realize she was half laying on the ground, while her hand was handcuffed to what looked like a radiator. Hand brushing the hot metal, she was proved correct, and held back a pitiful whimper.

Matthew's laugh, cold and harsh, surprised the girl. He flicked on a few lights, blinding her temporarily and she took in her surroundings. She was in a basement. Matt had knocked her out, and took her here, that much was clear. Where she was exactly, why he was doing this, and what would happen to her now, she didn't know. He suddenly spoke, before she had even a chance to demand he let her go.

"You know, Courtney, you always seemed like such a big prize to me. So many people wanted you, but many of those people only wanted to have sex with you, steal away your innocence, sort of speak. I, being one of those people. So, maybe you shouldn't be mad at Duncan, he took it from you before someone like I got the chance. He was doing you a favour. Not that I won't have my fun with you cause of that."

Her heart was hammering so hard in her chest, she was almost positive he could hear it. He continued speaking, but words meant nothing to her now, just gibberish. She was angry, hurt, and -as much as she hated to admit it- scared. She'd seen this scene in many movies and shows. The girl, kidnapped, and possibly not found for weeks, -or ever- left to be nothing but some guy's sex toy until he got bored and disposed of her.

"But he stole everything I've worked for! All my weeks of being the perfect gentleman to you!" He clenched his hands into fists, towering over the brunette now, but she wouldn't show the fear on her face. She wouldn't let him have the satisfaction. But as he shoved her aching body into the radiator, she couldn't stop the cry that escaped her lips.

Was this it? Was she going to end up one of those girls who were never found? Her Parent's wouldn't be home for hours, and it would still take them a while to figure out she was missing, since she spent most of her time in her room studying anyways.

He had begun speaking again, but the words were lost to her, the pain rippling through her body and blood pounding into her ears left her deaf to him. But one thing he said caught her attention, "...Duncan should be able to find you eventually."

Duncan! He would save her...

She pleaded to the gods he would.

AN: Surprise, surprise, hm?